Bathing the soul
They collected the samples and slogged away,
their medical kits swaying beside them.
She had the answers
and they, the proofs.
At night the nurse neared her with a long syringe;
her figure- a nebulae held in a shapeless uniform.
The medicine led her to a bathing chamber.
She reclined upright under one blue light source.
It showered her.
She never read Gita before; never bathed.
Later her personal philosopher said-
she already knew those verses.
She believed it her first bath.
She remembered her soul
drowning in and rising off the blue.
The hands dirtied her
still hovered over her body,
©All Rights Are Reserved By Kushal Poddar, 2011 (written on 24th-26th August, 2011)